Hello!
Bathed in the spring sunshine and smelling the intoxicating tea fragrance, we and more than forty young journalists came to Panjia Tea Farm of Yanghu Xinyue Tea Co., Ltd.
As soon as he entered the tea garden, Grandpa Gao greeted us warmly and told us stories. We ran around grandpa, eager to hear the story.
He said. "There is a place called Chashan in Changzhou, but there is neither tea nor mountain." No sooner had he finished than I was pleasantly surprised. He added: "In ancient times, our tea was given to the government, but because of the long distance, the pavilion here became a resting place, and the tea was temporarily placed here. Over time, it was named Chashan. " After listening to it, if I realize something, I can't help feeling: "Now progress is really fast. Tea is not a luxury, but it has become a necessity for the public. "
Then, he pointed to the tea garden behind him and said, "These are precious white teas." We are looking forward to it, and I think: how can such a large piece of white tea be rare? I continue to listen to grandpa with this question. He said: "The original white tea is about to be lost. Finally, two surviving white teas were found in a place in Anji, Zhejiang, and one was transplanted here. After years of hard work, many white teas have finally been cultivated. " He paused and said, "There is another reason. White tea, as its name implies, is white and rarely seen in general areas. Why is brown white? This is because people pick the tender leaves with white hairs on the back of the leaves, do not stir-fry or knead them when processing, and dry them in the sun or with slow fire, so that the white hairs remain intact in the appearance of tea, and the soup is yellow-green, clear, which is why it is white. However, green tea, its dry tea color, brewed tea soup and leaf bottom are mainly green, so it is very rare. " In addition, Grandpa Gao told us a lot about the origin of the name of Chashan and the history of the tea farm.
As the saying goes: one side of the soil and water raises one side. It turns out that this place is still barren, and crops can't be planted at all, but Grandpa Gao respects mountains and helps White Tea settle down. After years of hard work and sweat, this vibrant tea garden is today!
I hope it helps you!
Listen to family stories and write a composition of 400 words and five articles.
My wife is a chicken and she is 90 years old this year. 192 1 She was born in a small town near Ningbo. When she was young, she came to Shanghai with her grandfather to make a living. I especially like going to my grandmother's house because she will tell me many stories about her childhood.
When I first arrived in Shanghai, my family was poor and I had no extra money to improve my life. All income is mainly used to meet food and clothing. They gave birth to three boys, four girls and seven children. You can imagine how difficult it is to feed these children. In my grandfather's generation, life began to be stable, and the children of great grandparents also got married, moved out of their ancestral home and had their own world. At this time, life has improved. Grandpa visits his great-great-great-grandmother every week, which is the happiest moment for the old man. When my father was a child, my grandfather would take my father to visit them and enjoy family happiness.
Today, this tradition has been inherited and carried forward. Although our life is very rich, my father will often take me to visit my grandmother. Grandma is still alert and talkative, and likes to talk to us about what happened in the past 90 years. What I feel most is that in the past 90 years, the life of our whole family has improved obviously, from nothing to food and clothing, which is a microcosm of the great changes that have taken place in our country.
Three. The first volume of the fourth grade tells a story composition, 400 words.
Tell a story
The school has a book fragrance garden, and so does my family.
We take turns telling stories every day, and today I tell stories.
I said "lark sings a song".
Larks sing beautifully, but when she sings, she is shy. There will be a get-together in the forest, to which larks are invited. Larks dare not sing among them. Naughty myna and talkative tits laughed at her and said, "Lark, I'm embarrassed to sing in the middle." "
Larks are very sad. When I got home, my mother encouraged the lark to say, "Never mind, how long you have to listen to everyone, and your courage will grow."
Larks listen to their mother. Practice singing every day. There will be another get-together in the forest, and the lark will also participate. Larks sing very well. Everyone applauded for the lark, and the little tits and myna applauded very hard.
By the end of the story, my little brother had fallen asleep. The book fragrance garden is over, and the day has passed.
Ⅳ I listened to the story told by my big mother. How to write a composition?
I listen to my mother tell stories.
When I was a child, my mother often told me stories. What impressed me the most was Roland's "Cabin on the Grassland". I like listening to Indian stories best. The Alsager are a tribe of Indians. What will they do to Roland's father? Roland and their fate? How I want to know quickly! But why did mom suddenly get laryngitis? I absolutely have no stories to listen to today. Looking through picture books alone, I am disappointed. At this time, the door was gently pushed open and my mother came in with a smile. She has a glass of water in her hand and a cabin on the grassland under her arm.
"Mom," I looked up at her eagerly.
"Better." Mother's voice is very light and rustling, just like the sound of a breeze blowing leaves.
"Then you can continue to tell me the story of the cabin? I want to hear it now! Tell it now! " I pleaded eagerly.
Mom smiled and nodded, put down the cup, peeled off a golden voice treasure and put it in her mouth. She sat by the bed, opened her book and spoke softly. Mother speaks very softly and slowly, so she needs to drink water after a few words. It took her twice as long to finish what she could finish in the past ten minutes. I listened carefully. The book says that Arsag people are very friendly to the Roland family. As long as they are not harmed, there will be no Roland family.
I slept soundly the night after the story bath.
Although two or three years have passed, I can read fluently by myself, but I am still grateful when I think of those nights listening to stories! My good mother! 、
Ⅳ Composition about listening to xx telling stories, 800 words.
Son, you must have your own hobbies, right? I like my mother telling me stories best. I have listened to her stories since I was a child. Do you want to hear it? She speaks very well.
One day, I couldn't sleep, so I asked her to tell stories. She said, "Your uncle and I had two pigs when we were children. They are cute and smart. " I thought: pigs are not cute at all, and they stink. She went on to say, "piggy knows that I was very difficult when I was a child, because science was not developed at that time and I couldn't afford to eat." They don't eat it when I cook it for them. At night, they go out and steal corn from other people's fields. After eating, I quietly returned to the pigsty. "I think they are still a little smart and will help the owner save food." They are lovely. Once, your uncle and I rode a little pig to run a race. I said,' that man's team was the first to run to the finish line and gave him the corn on the cob.' The pig seemed to understand what I said and ran as fast as he could. Finally, my little pig arrived first. ""Your little pig is so good. "I said." However, in order to make a living, I had to buy them later. "My mother said. I said, "Poor little pig!" I think, think, tears can't help but flow down.
I like listening to my mother tell me stories.
2. Listen to mom telling stories
The annual wind wheel turns day by day, and those days are gone forever. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, every season seems to tell us something, but these are all in the past ... only the stories told by my mother can't be forgotten.
The story grandma told grandma was about the old society. The ferocity of landlords and Japanese devils tell us that society is unstable, people's lives are hard, and a happy life is hard to come by.
The story grandma told her mother was about heroes in different periods. Liu Hulan, Qiu, Lei Feng ... told us to be a good boy who loves the motherland and the people.
The stories my mother told me were all fairy tales and scientific knowledge. Pinocchio, 100,000 whys and popular science stories ... tell us to be honest and trustworthy, love science, study hard and be right in the future.
ⅵ Write a 400-word essay on the topic of telling grandpa a story.
My grandfather is a hardworking, simple and humorous person, which can be described as "everyone loves him".
He is over 60 years old this year. He is tall and his eyes are embedded in his wrinkled face. The proudest thing is that Grandpa has the quality of "never too old to learn".
Grandpa is also a soldier. After he retired, he returned to the countryside to farm. His kindness and humor make him get along well with his neighbors. In their spare time, everyone likes to surround him and listen to his stories. Under the big tree, beside the stone bridge, Tanobe, he is everywhere, with a big cattail leaf fan and a bowl of light tea, accompanied by grandpa's loud voice and hearty laughter, which makes people relaxed and happy.
At home, I especially like my grandfather. Although he is an old man in his sixties, he is full of energy! He is also an amiable old man.
Grandpa has no hobby of smoking, but he likes to drink two glasses of wine, but he never gets drunk. He likes to drink a kind of tea called Tieguanyin. He is used to smelling tea with his nose first, then taking a sip, squinting his eyes and savoring the fragrance of tea. It seems that he is quietly experiencing the life of the subway ... Whenever he is happy, he always hums so-called folk songs and minor tunes, but he is always out of tune.
That's my grandfather.
Ⅶ Tell me a story in the second grade composition.
Mother told me a story.
Before, I was curious about the past. So my mother often tells me about her childhood.
There are many mountains in my mother's hometown. My mother said that in the past, my family was so poor that I couldn't afford to go to school. There are not many students in my village. In addition, at that time, parents were so feudal that it didn't matter whether girls could study or not. Although my grandfather also had some feudal ideas, he studied and knew the importance of going to school for a child. My mother graduated from primary school. My mother had to drop out of school because she was too poor at that time. I remember when my mother was in primary school, once, the teacher taught her classmates to look up a dictionary and asked everyone to buy one. My mother went home and told my grandparents that there was nothing they could do. My mother is very sad. Later, she thought that my grandfather was in a big city and he would be able to do it, so she wrote to him. My grandfather bought it for her and sent it to my hometown. My mother is very satisfied with this new dictionary. That dictionary has been used by her, her brother and her aunt ... until now, that dictionary is still kept in my grandfather's house. Ask my grandmother about it every time I go. Although the paper has turned yellow, it is still intact.
Mom said that at that time, there was nothing to eat and no new clothes to wear. Every household is only willing to eat jiaozi during the Chinese New Year, and it is very rare to eat an egg. My uncle lives on campus and only eats humble meals cooked by my grandmother. He only wears two clothes, and only wears clothes that look better and are newer at that time during the Spring Festival.
At that time, several people in the family lived in those two earthen houses. If there are guests at home, grandma will let mom or uncle sleep at grandma's house. At that time, the traffic was inconvenient, and there were many mountains. I hardly traveled far because the mountain road was not easy to walk.
I didn't realize the taste of remembering bitter thoughts until now.
Society is changing all the time, and grandpa's village is no exception. Although the name hasn't changed, it's actually small but big. Now the children there have a good learning environment-a big and comfortable campus, so there is no need to worry about buying stationery. Now every household there is running towards a well-off life. * * * Free of tuition, miscellaneous fees and even books. Standing at the entrance of the village, you can see the neat two-story buildings on both sides of the broad asphalt road, and even some difficult villagers have moved into new brick houses.
ⅷ Write a composition about listening to others or telling stories to others.
Belonging to China, 20 1 1 China is destined to be extraordinary. This year, people have to say that the guideline of reform history has been on the broad road of 20 1 1, and 20 1 is open to the world.
In a blink of an eye, it has been 33 years since the reform and opening up. Thirty-three years is a long time for a person. "Looking back, the years are heavy." I was born before the new century. Seeing China's great achievements in reform and opening up, I am filled with emotion and have a lot to say. What should I say? I am not a poet, and I can't praise the great achievements of 33 years with gorgeous words; I am not a historian, and I will not record the great course of 33 years calmly and profoundly. As a primary school student, I was correctly inspired by my parents and received a good education, so let's start with education.
As long as I can remember, I have often listened to my father tell stories. My father said that my grandfather taught him to study hard and grow up to be a useful person to society. Probably his grandfather attached too much importance to his education, and his father kept it in mind. Therefore, his father also taught me since childhood. In this way, I grew up and understood a lot of truth.
One hot night, my father told me about the changes since the reform and opening up. He said to me earnestly, "son, you know, when we were at school, we didn't even have desks and chairs." But at 1978, we finally got tables and chairs. My father recalled the scene at that time: on the uneven village road, a group of primary school students with dirt but a sunny face were helping the village. " Although it is difficult for them to move, although they don't know who to use it on, they are still very happy. Dad said that they moved all morning that day, and their hearts were full of joy. Because the "tables and stools" used by their fathers before were all kinds of strange things. Some of them have their own small tables and big chairs, some share a big bar, some share a chopping board, and some have nothing. Dad said that on that day, he touched the smooth desk and smelled the fresh woody, and he had already forgotten the fatigue for half a day.
1983, my father went to junior high school and transferred from the village to the middle school in the town. So my father saw a better school for the first time. My father recalled: "I saw such a magical place for the first time in my life-the laboratory." This is a very spacious room with many experimental instruments, in which teachers and students do experiments seriously. My father said that he still remembers the first experiment in biology class.
Compared with my father's childhood, I am much happier. Today, our school has realized "four machines and one scene" in the classroom. More and more modern teaching equipment, such as projectors, tape recorders, televisions and DVD players, have been applied to teaching, and the teaching facilities have been greatly improved, and the quality of education has also been significantly improved.
For many years, paying tuition seems to be a matter of course. Now, nearly 200 million primary and secondary school students can shout together: "We don't have to pay tuition and books anymore!" Yes, our country has become rich and strong, and our education has also ushered in spring! These great changes reflect the glory and glory of the 33 years of reform and opening up!
We grow up in the new century and enjoy the fruits of reform and opening up. We should study harder and make better contributions to the motherland and society when we grow up, so that our Chinese nation can stand in the world with a brand-new attitude!
ⅸ that activity-400-word story-telling composition
Last month, I won the second prize in the story-telling contest of the motherland held by my school. What is the cause and effect of this matter? Let me tell you slowly.
One day, I passed by the teacher's office and the teacher called me in. The teacher gave me a book and asked me to find a good article to recite, and then I went to the competition. I took it home and my mother looked at it. She didn't think it was appropriate, so she searched online and found one. The teacher said to recite that, so I recited it. After school on Friday, the teacher took me to the office again and asked me to recite it again. On my back, the vice principal came over and said, Don't you want Class One, Grade Five? The teacher asked, "Really?" "I'm not sure about that. Ask the principal. " The teacher took my hand and went to the principal's office, but the principal was not there. The teacher said, forget it, let the fifth graders do it, and I won't recite it in the future.
But on Monday, the headmaster asked me to find a story and read it to him in the afternoon. Although I was surprised, I went to find it and found a story about the Dragon Boat Festival. I took the exam this afternoon, but the teacher said it was not good. Then, a fourth-grade sister asked me to go to the office with the teacher. After going up, the teacher asked me to read a long article and tell me how much you will pay to go back. When I heard this, I was shocked. It's so long. Can I recite it? I memorized it anyway.
The next afternoon, I was going to compete with my brother. All the teachers said that I had feelings in reading and a good voice, so I went!
Because the game is coming tomorrow, I recited it for a long time at night. My parents wanted to give up when they saw how long it was, but I didn't give up. The key is participation. I can go now. It's an opportunity to exercise!
It's time for the game, my heart is racing, and I recited it twice before I left. On the bus, the teacher asked the teacher in the town, is there a specified time? The town teacher said four minutes. God, I memorized that article for 7 minutes! The teacher deleted a long paragraph for me. /kloc-arrive at the competition venue in 0/hour, and I will wait patiently.
It's my turn I took a deep breath and then I told the article. At that time, my mother was there, and after reading the record sheet, I ranked fourth and thought it was not bad!
The award has been awarded! I won the second prize and a book with 25 yuan. I really didn't expect that I could win the second prize!
The moment I stepped onto the podium, I was so excited that my hands were shaking. At the same time, I remembered what my father told me-as long as I work hard, I will succeed.
Listen to the teacher's story and write 382 words.
A cat that has lived 1 10000 times.
In this afternoon's writing class, Teacher Zhang gave our class a vivid story lesson. He told us a soundtrack story, The Cat Who Lived 1 10,000 times. This story was written by Japanese writer Yoko Sasano.
The protagonist of the story is a tabby cat. The story is that this tabby cat used to be very selfish, with only himself in his eyes and hated others. Although everyone likes it very much, 654.38+00000 people loved it and 654.38+00000 people cried when it died, but it doesn't know how to love others at all. He never cries for others, not even for himself. This is a very selfish and arrogant tabby cat. However, when one day he met a white cat that didn't even look at him, he finally couldn't help it. He changed himself, preferring white cats and kittens to himself. One day, the white cat lay motionless in the cat's arms. The tabby cat cried with its white cat in its arms. This is the first time it has cried. It cried for a whole day and a night, and it cried 654.38+00,000 times. One day at noon, the tabby cat stopped crying. It lay quietly beside the white cat and stayed with the white cat forever, never coming back to life.
Teacher Zhang put such a story to music and told it vividly, which fascinated me. A vivid picture came before my eyes.
I felt sad after hearing the story. I don't think we can be as selfish and arrogant as this tabby cat. Can't get help and care from others. We should care more about others, not just ourselves. Remember that others care about you, remember that others are good to you, and learn to be grateful. This kind of life will be happy.